Parable of the Raptor

A tribe of hunters hiking over the Calling Dunes, were empty of belly and dry of throat. They had been caught in a sandstorm and lost their way. Naught but sand was in there sight, until a figure crested over the hill. The man, a priest, promised them a beast would arrive on the morn; a creature who flesh would quiet their stomachs, and sate their thirst. The only thing the man asked in return, is that they only claim the hind of the beast and leave the rest to the desert. The hunter agreed, happy to recieve such a blessing.
Bala rose, a when the hunters awoke, they found their promised quarry. A single raptor; strong, fast, but alone. The hunters fought the beast, fuelled by hunger and fury as the raptor tore and bit to stay alive. When the hunters finally slew the creature, one of them repeated their oath to the priest. The other hunters, made hungrier from the fight, and furious from the single beast they had to share decreed that they should have the whole thing. They had been promised a filling meal, and all they recieved was a lone spindly beast that had forced them to fight for it. They carved up the beast, and began tearing and crunching the flesh and bone. The one hunter, superstitious as he was, chose to take only a foot, chewing on the spindly tendons over the night.
As the day went on and the trek continued, the hunters found their movements sluggish. The feast had done nothing to satiate their hunger and so they had barely the strength shield their eyes from Bala's light. Soon, they were unable to stand, and fell to the ground with grumbling stomachs and flaking skin. All except one. The hunter who kept his promise was still chewing on the tendons he'd claimed that morning. He did not feeling full but satisfied, content in the meal he'd recieved. He was enjoyed his new found satisfaction so much, he did not notice that his fellow hunters had collapsed. Nor did he notice the pack of raptors, that would come to claim what they had taken.